Torrid Taps Torment

Under the pounding spray, a lone man finds his solace. His hands glide over his slick body, tracing every contour and ridge. With a grip as firm as the water's pressure, he strokes his rigid cock, his breath hitching in rhythm with his movements. The steam-filled air amplifies his moans, echoing off the tiled walls. His body trembles, muscles clenching as he nears his peak. With a final, shuddering gasp, he spills his load, the white streams contrasting against the dark shower floor.

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